“I’m sorry that I used up two candles that were all we had in this hill.
“So, my darling, my letter has to be woven from my truest heart.
“Good morning, my sweet lord! How are you? Have you breakfasted? Did you eat a beefsteak? I dislike a hearty morning eater. My ideal man shouldn’t be given more than a cup of coffee and one trembling leaf of bacon.
“Mr. Poet kills a frog every morning. He says that his fancy springs like a pond singer when he tastes it. I should say that his idea bounds too far in his case.
“Do you eat frog?
“I beseech you not to incline toward it.
“What should I do if your thought ran off from me?
“Failure of my life! Love is the whole business of woman, you know.
“Have you any shirt to mend?
“I have been fixing the poet’s.